Eloise
I start work at 9am, but I am awake at 6am. My alarm isn't set to go off for another hour. Having spent another night in Dominic's room, when I come to I am cuddled up to him. One of his arms is around me and the other is crossed over his forehead, fingers open, waiting to catch the first rays of morning sunlight. I smile, carefully peeling myself from him. He doesn't wake but does roll onto his side, giving his back to me. I shut off my alarm on my phone, stretch, get up, and start to prepare for the morning.
I am nervous to return to work. I did work when I was in university—in the archives in the library as an organizer of sorts and at the front desk as a librarian...of sorts. Both jobs gave me a lot of enjoyment and decent pay—they also gave me confidence because, as they wro
